It has been a long time since I have given Barbara a rough time, but this morning was one of those days.  I was not being agreeable in any way.  I did not want to eat, even though Barbara fixed me pancakes, fried eggs, and bacon, all of which I normally enjoy eating.  I drove a truck into my plate and sent my eggs flying.
I wanted to wear a diaper, but this was one battle I did not win.  I cried for several minutes but got over it.  Oh, another thing I did was not let Barbara write a quick email.  I kept trying to pull her away from the computer.  After a couple of warnings, I ended up crying in Time Out for two minutes.  By the time I got out of Time Out, Barbara had finished her note. 

I like playing "kick a bunch of balls down the hall."
Before noon, I was back to my normal self, playing happily and being helpful and agreeable.  I had left over breakfast I could have eaten for lunch, but I only played at eating, so Barbara heated up some fish sticks for me and I still did not eat them with relish.
I spent over an hour resting listening to Barbara read some books and tell some stories but I did not want to go to sleep so I played hard for another hour, then I finally I fell asleep at 2:45 and I woke up at 5:15.  By this time I was hungry and I was busy eating fish sticks and drinking milk when Daddy came to get me.